Nazi Rodeo

Corner-sitting in a club that I'm sure to love

All for a better view of the very few things in life that I am already sure of

(The things I love)

And I go: "Hands caressing the skin, they're dying to get in."

Even the winners lose

You know the trigger to pull your weight

To give me headache

So dance

Talk shit

And throw your guns in the goddamn air